[Chapter 241 Chapter 241 Interstellar Thousands of People Dislike the Arrogant Young Lady (37)]
Immersed in his own world, Micah's gentle gaze swept across the sea of flowers in front of him.
As the breeze blew, beautiful roses seemed to bloom in his pure and flawless amber eyes.
Noticing Yan Qing's gaze, Micah hung the silver cross in his hand around his neck and raised his eyes to meet hers.
"Miss Yan." He said politely after the others approached.
The breeze ruffled his dazzling silver hair, and the strands of hair kissed his flawless face. The excessive favor of the sun enveloped him in a layer of divinity that could not be desecrated.
His voice was neither thick nor light, like the sound of a stream hitting a jade ring, clear and crisp.
Yan Qing walked through the path among the sea of flowers and when she stood in front of him, she found that the rose scent around him was the most intense.
"Mr. Micah," she responded politely.
The two smiled at each other, and then stood side by side looking at the sea of flowers surging in the wind and waves. Neither of them spoke, but they seemed like old friends who had known each other for many years, with an unspeakable tacit understanding between them.
Micah did not wear the white robe he wore on the day of the test, but the simple white shirt did not diminish his holy aura.
Yan Qing's jet-black curly hair was blown by the wind, brushing against his shoulders and tangling with his long silver hair.
The strong contrasting colors intersect, making the picture vivid and beautiful.
Just as she was thinking about which topic to start with to get closer to them, Micah took the lead and broke the silence.
"What kind of flowers does Miss Yan like?" He tilted his head slightly with a gentle expression.
Yan Qing thought about it seriously and said, "I don't like it."
Micah was a little surprised, but he didn't ask her the reason. Instead, he smiled and said, "The roses in the garden cannot please the beautiful woman, so they must be sad."
His fingers brushed across the petals of a red rose, and he suddenly remembered the artificial rose he received when they last met.
The flower is still in his space hub.
Yan Qing stared at his face: "I thought Mr. Micah would ask why."
He curled his lips gently: "Different people have different hearts and different preferences. Therefore, not everything needs a reason."
"Master, your words are simple but your meaning is profound. I will learn from you." Yan Qing blinked mischievously and put her hands together and bowed slightly.
A smile spread in Micah's eyes, like a gentle breeze caressing his face and the bright moon in his arms. His every frown and smile exuded tenderness that radiated from the inside out.
What a perfect person in every way.
Yan Qing sighed in his heart.
Remembering her purpose, she moved her eyes from the man's face to the cross hanging on his chest.
"Can I take a closer look at Mr. Micah's necklace?" she said, changing the subject.
The atmosphere between the two was neither too close nor too distant.
This kind of social distance is kept at a balance point so that people don't feel invasive.
Micah was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Of course."
He seemed like a guy who wasn't good at saying no.
Just as she was about to take the necklace off her neck, Yan Qing took the lead, reached out, grabbed the cross, and took half a step forward.
When she lowered her head and looked carefully, the smile on her face disappeared, her drooped eyelids revealed a look of sadness, and as her eyelashes fluttered, a tear suddenly slipped down from the corner of her eye.
Seeing that she was in sorrow, Micah raised his hand to take off the necklace but then withdrew it and let it hang quietly at both sides of his body.
Yan Qingwu lowered his head and touched the blood-red ruby in the center of the red lips cross.
Micah's pupils contracted, his fingertips curled up, and a thin blush quietly covered the side of his fair face.
"Sorry, I suddenly thought of an old friend." She put down the cross, stepped back to distance themselves from each other, and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Mr. Micah's necklace is very similar to the one he often wore when he was alive. It's a pity that after his death, he didn't even leave a remembrance item."
Yan Qing looked at the cross on his chest again with eyes full of reluctance, and the gloomy expression added a touch of pity and fragility to her bright and charming face.
Her face was pale and her expression was painful, like a glass cup that would shatter at the slightest touch.
"Please forgive me for the offense I just caused without my permission," she apologized again.
Micah seemed to empathize with her, with a look of pity on his face: "It's not your fault."
He lowered his eyes to look at the cross on his chest, took off the necklace and put it on her: "Miss Yan, if you don't mind, just treat it as a token of remembrance left by an old friend."
He moved very carefully, trying his best to avoid touching Yan Qing.
Yan Qing's eyes lit up slightly, and he looked at him gratefully: "Thank you."
Mika comforted her softly, "That old friend must also hope that Miss Yan would not be constrained by sadness."
Yan Qing held the cross to his chest with both hands and said sincerely: "You are such a good person."
She didn't lie.
She had indeed seen a cross that was almost identical to this one, and the owner of that necklace was Rosier.
Her eyes swept across the cross on his chest. When Micah wore it, the ruby in the center seemed to be flowing with divine light.
Hanging on her body, this round blood-red gem looked like a devil's eye.
The man in front of me still had compassion for all living beings in his amber eyes, and his kind eyes made people want to approach him.
Micah lowered his eyes and nodded as a response to her thanks.
Yan Qing didn't look at him again. He held the cross on his chest with his hand without loosening his grip. He turned sideways and looked at the sea of flowers with a distant gaze.
Micah stood quietly beside her without making a sound to disturb her.
The wind was slow that day, the flowers were fragrant, and the evening seemed especially long.
And in a corner that the two of them didn't notice, a rose was bent into an unusual angle, as if observing them.
It was not until night fell and the moon climbed above the clouds that Yan Qing seemed to come out of his thoughts.
"I'm sorry to have disturbed you for so long, sir." She touched her blushing face shyly.
Micah smiled gently: "It's not a bother."
He was clearly right in front of him, with a friendly and warm smile, but he gave people the feeling that he was a god sitting high in the clouds, difficult to reach even if you raised your hand.
Yan Qing was not in a hurry to get closer to them. Apart from kissing his cross because he "couldn't help" missing his old friend, he had never done anything inappropriate.
When she said goodbye and turned to go back to her residence, a fallen rose cut a bloody mark on her calf.
She gasped and let out a small exclamation.
"Are you okay?" Micah immediately squatted down to check her injuries, raised his hand and placed it on the injured area, and a ball of white light appeared in his palm.
Yan Qing only felt that his calf, which was originally stinging, felt warm. When he looked down, the bloodstain on the wound had disappeared.
The smooth skin looks white and delicate under the moonlight.
The tears in her eyes due to pain were washed away by the astonished look: "It doesn't hurt anymore."
Excitedly, she grabbed Micah's hand and looked left and right. She didn't squat steadily and fell on the man, and he reached out to hold her shoulders.
"I'm sorry, this is the first time I've seen the magic of light-related powers." Yan Qing stood up.
Micah stood up and said, "I should be the one to apologize. It was my flower that hurt you."
He said with some guilt.
Yan Qing covered her lips and chuckled: "It seems like we have been apologizing all the time today."
Micah touched his nose lightly with his loosely clenched hand and coughed lightly as if to cover up.
The unfamiliarity between the two people disappeared a lot.
After Yan Qing left, the drooping branches straightened up spontaneously, and the stretched vines circled in front of Micah, shaking off a few petals.
He looked quite helpless.
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